Tuesday, 10 January 2012

I don't normally watch a lot of television, unless it's Downton Abbey. Or it's in Danish. (Anybody else vicariously enjoying all the biscuits in Borgen? I was quite put out when the PM got too fat for her frock and ordered fruit platters instead, but - tak for det - she's back on cinnamon rolls and speculoos cookies before long.)

But this has been the Dickens of a Christmas and as I sit here totting it up ...

10 comments:

I know, Mystica, trouble is I seem to consume more calories watching telly than when I'm reading!

Jude, I hadn't even noticed the lampshades. I was so distracted by the biscuits and the awfulness of what Katrine wears in bed. And wondering whether it's too late to find a Danish husband ... they do seem so much more useful than English ones.

I'd love to have another attempt at Great Expectations, Sue ... it was ruined for me by plodding through it for A-level. And I have promised myself that this year I'll read at least one or two of the novels that I haven't attempted before. I'm drawn to Our Mutual Friend or possibly Martin Chuzzlewit. Or has anyone read Barnaby Rudge ... nobody ever seems to mention Barnaby Rudge!

Horrible name for someting edible. I agree, Darlene; sounds faintly gynaecological. They were selling them in M&S before Christmas at a ridiculous price that I certainly wouldn't pay for a packet of fairly plain biscuits.